Exposed to the masses,
hidden behind an electronic box.
These works sit before us,
begging to be heard.

Bleeding onto white sheets,
ink in place of blood, tears, and heartaches.
Life as it pertains to one,
set before you on display,
like the silver service for royal visits.

Some may never care,
passing over like yesterdays muffins.
For a few, maybe a connection,
or just a curious introspection.

Varied meanings to the readers,
singular to the writer.
Possession ceased upon posting,
yet the words cannot be severed.

Now frozen in time,
these fleeting moments are forever suspended.
As a photograph,
we can come back to reflect when needed.

10/16/2008

Author's Note: just playing around

Posted on 10/16/2008
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